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Missing companions
12 years ago
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As the readers of this journal know, I have separated from my wife and moved in with a friend. Who, unfortunately, is highly allergic to cats.
So I had to leave my loving companions behind with my wife. I miss them, a lot. And the longer it's been, the worse the pain of separation. How I wish I could have brought them along. But life sometimes doesn't give you the choice.
Of the dozen cats we had, three would have come along, had I been able to bring them.
Mira is a Maine Coon, a blue tortoise-shell, 12 years old, and not large for her breed. A sweet-heart and lover. Cayenne, or Caye-Caye, is a Turkish Angora, with moderately long and silky fur, a classic red tabby. A bit of a tomboy, a little hyper, and my lap-cat. She'd rather sleep in my lap than anywhere else. If I sat down, she was usually in my lap in less than a minute. And Shadow, a rescue shelter kitty, almost solid black, with a long coat. By his appearance, it is very possible he is part, or completely, a Maine Coon. A bit stout these days, he was skinny as a rail when we got him. He was the hardest cat we've had to gentle, it took months of patience, time that seemed wasted when he barely responded. Then suddenly, almost overnight, he turned into another lover. A bit shy, especially compared to Caye-Caye, but he always seemed to be close by, and he would strop my legs when he wanted attention. He would tolerate being held, for a minute or two anyway, but he loves tummy skritches. It just requires a little care to get them started.
I think I see them, sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, but I know they aren't here.
So, my dear pets, I miss you terribly and I wish there was some way I could have you here, but it simply cannot be. Be well, and know I sitll love you.
So I had to leave my loving companions behind with my wife. I miss them, a lot. And the longer it's been, the worse the pain of separation. How I wish I could have brought them along. But life sometimes doesn't give you the choice.
Of the dozen cats we had, three would have come along, had I been able to bring them.
Mira is a Maine Coon, a blue tortoise-shell, 12 years old, and not large for her breed. A sweet-heart and lover. Cayenne, or Caye-Caye, is a Turkish Angora, with moderately long and silky fur, a classic red tabby. A bit of a tomboy, a little hyper, and my lap-cat. She'd rather sleep in my lap than anywhere else. If I sat down, she was usually in my lap in less than a minute. And Shadow, a rescue shelter kitty, almost solid black, with a long coat. By his appearance, it is very possible he is part, or completely, a Maine Coon. A bit stout these days, he was skinny as a rail when we got him. He was the hardest cat we've had to gentle, it took months of patience, time that seemed wasted when he barely responded. Then suddenly, almost overnight, he turned into another lover. A bit shy, especially compared to Caye-Caye, but he always seemed to be close by, and he would strop my legs when he wanted attention. He would tolerate being held, for a minute or two anyway, but he loves tummy skritches. It just requires a little care to get them started.
I think I see them, sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, but I know they aren't here.
So, my dear pets, I miss you terribly and I wish there was some way I could have you here, but it simply cannot be. Be well, and know I sitll love you.
